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I finished it at 10:40 or so this morning. No one I regularly talk to is done yet, and it doesn't feel right going to forums or anything like that until I talk to them. So I post here.
This won't be long and drawn out, because I'm not yet done processing it all.
Fred and Dobby had me weeping. Sobbing. I saw neither of those coming, and they hit me hard.
Remus . . . I was so afraid he was going to die, and just as he had found love too. And yet, his death wasn't actually a terribly emotional thing for me. The way it was done, with zero information . . . I don't know. It was nice to see him happy through much of the book, but a lot of the Remus/Tonks stuff felt . . . Not organic. As though the sole purpose of making him so happy was to kill him. Kill them both. His life throughout the rest of the book there only to lead up to that point.
The wand thing felt like a bit of a cop out. Draco's wand being the thing to kill Voldy because, why, exactly? It felt convoluted and a bit forced.
And where was Ginny? He didn't even go up to her after? Pssh. I would have liked to have seen a little more from her. Or a few more hints of what she was up to while he was away.
Neville! Oh, my lovely Neville. So proud.
And go Molly! Get her!
Terry survived, and apparently did a very Terry thing. (pg 572)
Ron and Hermione . . . I think that was their first kiss, which was lovely. But it sure took them a long time if it was. And over House-elves! Hee. Though did anyone else notice that no one actually did warn the elves? Lol.
As for Ron alone . . . The locket! Oh, I knew it was playing with him, feeding on his insecurities. But to have them out in the open like that, for Harry to hear. I loved it. It was lovely and emotional, and so great to hear Harry say he's always loved Hermione like a sister. Take that, Psycho Pumpkin Piers! And, of course, the confidence Ron seems to gain after that. I just love my boy so much.
It was nice to see bits and pieces come back from other books, and I am very glad that Dumbledore was dead. I didn't want her to fall into the fantasy genre's cliche.
Fred! God, poor George. I can't stop thinking about how he's going to handle it. *sobs*
This won't be long and drawn out, because I'm not yet done processing it all.
Fred and Dobby had me weeping. Sobbing. I saw neither of those coming, and they hit me hard.
Remus . . . I was so afraid he was going to die, and just as he had found love too. And yet, his death wasn't actually a terribly emotional thing for me. The way it was done, with zero information . . . I don't know. It was nice to see him happy through much of the book, but a lot of the Remus/Tonks stuff felt . . . Not organic. As though the sole purpose of making him so happy was to kill him. Kill them both. His life throughout the rest of the book there only to lead up to that point.
The wand thing felt like a bit of a cop out. Draco's wand being the thing to kill Voldy because, why, exactly? It felt convoluted and a bit forced.
And where was Ginny? He didn't even go up to her after? Pssh. I would have liked to have seen a little more from her. Or a few more hints of what she was up to while he was away.
Neville! Oh, my lovely Neville. So proud.
And go Molly! Get her!
Terry survived, and apparently did a very Terry thing. (pg 572)
Ron and Hermione . . . I think that was their first kiss, which was lovely. But it sure took them a long time if it was. And over House-elves! Hee. Though did anyone else notice that no one actually did warn the elves? Lol.
As for Ron alone . . . The locket! Oh, I knew it was playing with him, feeding on his insecurities. But to have them out in the open like that, for Harry to hear. I loved it. It was lovely and emotional, and so great to hear Harry say he's always loved Hermione like a sister. Take that, Psycho Pumpkin Piers! And, of course, the confidence Ron seems to gain after that. I just love my boy so much.
It was nice to see bits and pieces come back from other books, and I am very glad that Dumbledore was dead. I didn't want her to fall into the fantasy genre's cliche.
Fred! God, poor George. I can't stop thinking about how he's going to handle it. *sobs*